Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.